King of Karaoke

Having suffered from insomnia all night, Chu Songzhu simply got up early. After making breakfast, he hesitated whether to wake Lu Zhuo.
Seeing how drunk he was, he probably didn't know what had happened.
He was still swaying as he set the table.
"Why didn't you wake me up today?"
Chu Songzhu turned to look at Lu Zhuo, who was still sleepily tying his tie. His clothes weren't the same as last night; it seemed he had tidied himself up this morning.
"Ah... I was just about to go..." Chu Songzhu awkwardly turned his head away, continuing to busy himself with the tableware.
Lu Zhuo sat down in his usual spot, flipping through the newspaper and picking up his chopsticks to eat his breakfast.
Chu Songzhu secretly glanced at him and found he seemed no different than usual. It seemed he really hadn't remembered what happened last night, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Recently, thanks to his insistence, Lu Zhuo hadn't been acting as his driver every day. Maintaining some distance during such an awkward situation was exactly what he wanted.
In the following days, life returned to normal, and Chu Songzhu deliberately tried to forget about the incident.
While at work that day, Da Pang and his friends suggested going to karaoke that night. Chu Songzhu, unable to resist their comment, "You're such a loner," reluctantly agreed.
When he called Lu Zhuo, he took a long time to answer.
"My colleagues in the department said they're going to karaoke today, so you'll have to come to dinner by yourself."
"I'm going too."
"Oh."
"I said I'm going too, is that not allowed?"
Chu Songzhu hadn't expected him to say that, and quickly replied, "No, then it's 7 pm, xx place, reservation number is xx."
After hanging up, he told Da Pang and the others he was bringing a friend, and the women who had met Lu Zhuo were thrilled.
That evening, at the karaoke place, they checked into a room but Lu Zhuo was nowhere to be seen. The female colleagues were all hogging seats and vying to choose songs, while the men were getting food.
Chu Songzhu followed the group to the buffet area and dialed Lu Zhuo's number. The background noise on his end was just as loud as it was on his end.
"Which room are you in?" Lu Zhuo asked first.
“Room xxx.”
“Room xxx.” Lu Zhuo seemed to be talking to a waiter, and the waiter’s respectful and polite voice could be faintly heard on the phone.
Chu Songzhuo held his phone and, as he approached the buffet area, glanced habitually at the elevator.
From this angle, all he could see was Lu Zhuo’s thick hair, sharp nose, and long legs beneath his well-tailored casual suit.
His aura was so strong; even though he had just come of age, he still exuded a kingly air. The waiter, dressed in a black dress, had hearts floating in her eyes as she closely led him to the elevator. Lu Zhuo’s attention was still on his phone, and the moment he stepped onto the elevator, he naturally looked up.
Chu Songzhuo didn’t know what he was feeling. The kiss a few days ago had made him feel like a mouse that had escaped a mousetrap, frantically trying to avoid it.
But now, as the elevator slowly brought up the person he had been deliberately avoiding, what he saw was that arrogant face, with a hint of a smile.
Chu Songzhuo seemed to understand the waiter’s infatuation somewhat. So handsome and dashing, clearly from a very wealthy family, he was as alluring as a million-dollar bill.
Who could resist?
"I should have left you a text message," Chu Songzhu said, waiting for him to stand beside him before walking with him to the self-service area. The infatuated waiter watched them walk away with obvious disappointment.
"The phone is good. I've never been here before; if I only get a room number, I probably won't be able to find it." The young master's words were casual, without any boasting, but Chu Songzhu snorted again at the implications: Damn rich people.
Chu Songzhu led him around, his own plate overflowing with drinks and food, while the young master merely frowned, surveying the area like a hygiene inspector, holding only a Coke.
At this time, the area was much more crowded. From the moment Lu Zhuo stepped into the dining area, people kept casually glancing at him. Chu Songzhu even noticed two girls secretly observing him while excitedly whispering to each other.
Why is there such a difference between men? Chu Songzhu glanced at the person next to him with a hint of resentment.
"Cough, you only drank one Coke?"
Lu Zhuo frowned. "I didn't find anything good to eat."
Chu Songzhu shoved the tray he was carrying over. "Then you can be my volunteer laborer."
The young master was probably being used as a laborer for the first time, and didn't seem to understand for a while, his right hand still casually in his pocket.
"It's not like I'll die if I help carry a tray."
The young master remained firm in his stance. "What's in it for me?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing in it, why should I take it?" Lu Zhuo gave him his usual slightly roguish smile.
"Then you can share half of what's on my tray."
Lu Zhuo immediately showed a disdainful expression.
Tch! It's just a tray, is it really worth it?
Chu Songzhu withdrew his slightly numb hand. "Forget it."
Why is this man so stingy?
Chu Songzhu turned around and walked back in a huff, when suddenly his hand was suspended in mid-air, and the tray was taken away.
"Okay, I'll accept half of your food." Lu Zhuo gave a charming smile.
Chu Songzhu was somewhat surprised.
“Then I’ll get another plate.”
Lu Zhuo, carrying the plate, followed behind him again, looking him up and down. “You’re so small, but you eat a lot.”
Chu Songzhu’s new tray was full of drinks—hot tea, cola, coffee—and he protested as he took them, “This is for everyone. And what do you mean by ‘small’?”
“Why should I get it for them? Can’t they get it themselves?”
Chu Songzhu rolled his eyes at the young master. “That’s common sense.”
The young master Lu’s expression immediately changed. “You’re saying I don’t have common sense?”
“You don’t have the common sense of a commoner.”
After taking the last cola, Chu Songzhu decided not to continue the conversation with the young master and strode towards the private room.
When the two of them returned to the private room with three large plates full of food, everyone inside was already in high spirits. The room was filled with ear-piercing noise. Seeing that it was the two of them, the female colleague immediately stopped talking, her laughter like a gentle breeze.
“This is my friend, Lu Zhuo. This is my colleague…” Chu Songzhu quickly introduced them.
The female colleagues all sprang into action, vying to take the tray from Lu Zhuo's hands. The young master, perhaps used to such scenes, stood still, waiting until Chu Songzhu put down the two trays before handing them to him.
The outstretched hands of the female colleagues remained frozen, then withdrew in silence.
Lu Zhuo completely ignored them, walking straight to Chu Songzhu and sitting down next to him, effectively separating him from the other male colleagues.

Chu Songzhu was a little hungry. He shifted slightly, picked up the braised pork rice, and was about to start eating when he noticed the young master next to him drinking cola unhappily. He remembered their "food pact."
"Braised pork rice? Want some?"
Lu Zhuo frowned, thought for a moment, and nodded slightly.
Chu Songzhu took a clean bowl, ate half of it, and was about to put the braised egg in it when Lu Zhuo leaned in and said, "That's enough."
Perhaps it was the kiss from that night, but the moment his unfamiliar breath touched her, she immediately became highly alert. Turning her head away, she realized she was being too paranoid. In which karaoke bar didn't you have to be very close to talk?
Lu Zhuo took the bowl, but instead of getting new chopsticks, he snatched them from Chu Songzhu's hand.
Chu Songzhu glared at him irritably, just as a female colleague walked over and enthusiastically asked, "What songs do you want to sing? I'll pick one."
Chu Songzhu clearly felt that the colleague's use of the "you" was superfluous, because her eyes were fixed on the man who was earnestly and elegantly eating his braised pork rice.
"I'm tone-deaf, Lu Zhuo, what are you going to sing?"
"I hate singing."
If you hate singing, why are you here?
Chu Songzhu was sure that the people around her had been watching this situation closely, because at this moment, the whole room started to cheer: "What do you mean tone-deaf? You have to pick one!" "Yeah, what's there to be shy about?"
Chu Songzhu felt like crying. This young master next to her said he hated singing, why aren't you going to comfort him, but comforting me?
Lu Zhuo, at this moment, became interested, put down his chopsticks, and revealed a smile of watching a good show.
“Okay,” he said, taking a gamble, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you if I scare you. Give me Kousuke Atari’s ‘Hana’.”
His female colleague, who had been hogging the karaoke machine, laughed heartily, “No problem, I’ll switch it for you.”
Chu Songzhu hurriedly took a couple of sips of green tea, picked up the microphone, and warmed up his voice. A glimpse of Lu Zhuo’s relaxed smile instantly dispelled any timidity he felt. Hmph, what a little devil!
The song, with almost no intro, started with high notes, full of dramatic ups and downs. As a representative figure in the Japanese music scene, Kousuke Atari’s folk singing style was a goal many could only admire from afar.
Those familiar with the song generally just laughed off Chu Songzhu’s challenge; no one expected him to reach Kousuke Atari’s level.
As the gradually fading notes subsided, Chu Songzhu immediately and shyly put down the microphone. Turning his head, he saw complete silence, even the young master next to him was dumbfounded.
"I told you, I sang terribly." Seeing everyone still stunned, Chu Songzhu chuckled awkwardly to cover her embarrassment.
"Ah...no, you're being modest..." Finally, someone snapped out of it, and the others followed suit, hurriedly echoing her.
This little commotion was later drowned out by the wailing and howling of the crowd. No one knew who first suggested it, but gradually many beer bottles appeared in the room.
Young Master Lu frowned, barely managing to drink a glass. Chu Songzhu, somewhat disliking his cautious manner, boldly drank one glass after another with her colleagues. It wasn't until they were almost at their lodgings that she realized she hadn't paid. Just as she was about to brace herself and ask the man next to her who was focused on driving, the image of Young Master Lu seemingly swiping his card to pay for everyone's meal flashed through her mind.
Tomorrow, she was definitely going to be surrounded by her colleagues asking all sorts of questions. Annoyed, she covered her eyes with her hand, a small gesture that naturally caught the attention of those around her.
"Sober now?"
The car stopped in front of the villa. Chu Songzhu was feeling weak; the aftereffects of the alcohol were kicking in. He staggered out of the car and slowly dragged his feet to the door, waiting for Young Master Lu to open it.
"You can't hold your liquor, yet you drank so much, and it wasn't even good wine." The young master kindly helped him upstairs to the second floor.
"What do you mean, 'bad wine'? You drink too..." Chu Songzhu's speech was slurred, his words coming out in disarray.
Young Master Lu supported him against the wall, his head lowered, and surprisingly chuckled softly, "It's rare to hear such good music..."
Good music?
Chu Songzhu stared blankly at the handsome face before him, his mind racing before he realized what it meant. He was instantly furious and shoved
him hard, "Stop teasing me! If it doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good, why all the beating around the bush!" Lu Zhuo, unmoved by the shove, still smiled and held Chu Songzhuo's hand, "It really does sound good. I didn't expect you to know Japanese."
Chu Songzhu hadn't realized he'd misunderstood him, and felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head, but stubbornly insisted, "You're not anyone to me, how could you know everything?"
Lu Zhuo used his other hand to lift Chu Songzhuo's chin, his eyes full of temptation, drawing closer and closer, "Then who am I to you?"
"..." Chu Songzhu was about to say "landlord" when his lips were already on Lu Zhuo's.
This time, Lu Zhuo was perfectly lucid, while Chu Songzhuo was completely confused, yet the feeling was still just as chaotic.
Lu Zhuo's kisses were always domineering, unreserved, direct, and forceful. Chu Songzhu felt like he was a robber, plundering and taking everything, leaving nothing behind—his breath, his saliva, everything.
As his breathing grew thinner, Chu Songzhu instinctively pushed away the person on top of him with all his might. Lu Zhuo took two steps back, his eyes still blazing with fire. Chu Songzhu suddenly sobered up.
"What are you doing?"
Chu Songzhu was burning with anger, beginning to understand what was happening. He angrily wiped the saliva from his lips with his fist. His lips were numb from being bitten and sucked, and he immediately felt the heat when his hand touched Lu Zhuo.
Lu Zhuo remained Lu Zhuo; he didn't panic because of this small incident. He remained silent, maintaining his smile, even sticking out his tongue.
Chu Songzhu felt inexplicably uneasy about this younger boy, but he still clenched his fist and said what needed to be said:
"Last time, you weren't drunk."
This time, Lu Zhuo took a step forward, his eyes still fixed on him.
"Finished?"
Chu Songzhu, unsure of his intentions, involuntarily leaned back, only to find himself behind Lu Zhuo's door. He pushed it open, and
Lu Zhuo stretched out his long arm, barely managing to pull him back. After a brief moment of confusion, Chu Songzhu realized he was being held in someone's arms, the situation incredibly intimate. Thinking of their previous kiss, and the kiss just now, anger surged within him.
Chu Songzhu had learned Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) as a child, though years of disuse had left him somewhat rusty, but he still possessed some fighting skills. When he delivered a powerful punch to Lu Zhuo's abdomen, even the self-defense-trained Lu Zhuo was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
Chu Songzhu had been a well-behaved child, rarely involved in fights, yet this single blow had knocked down the much taller and larger Lu Zhuo.
Lu Zhuo sat on the carpet, head drooping, looking disheveled. A second later, he stood up, and when he looked up, Chu Songzhu knew he was in deep trouble.
"You want to fight?" Lu Zhuo casually brushed his bangs back to his forehead, even managing a smile, but the aura he exuded was anything but friendly. Chu Songzhu felt as if he were walking on thin ice, about to step into an icy abyss.
"No..." Chu Songzhu's anger had vanished without a trace when he threw his punch. Besides, he had always been a pacifist; he had only acted out of sheer rage.
But he was half a second too slow. Lu Zhuo was never one to back down; he believed in tit for tat and wouldn't let himself be taken advantage of. His punch, imbued with the skills of a trained fighter and well-prepared, swept towards Chu Songzhu's abdomen.
Chu Songzhu was sent flying, feeling as if his intestines had shifted, his body churning violently, his features contorted in pain. "
Damn it!
You want to fight? Fine, I'll take you on."
As Lu Zhuo drew near, Chu Songzhu unexpectedly kicked his long, slender leg, causing Lu Zhuo to lose his balance and fall. This time, neither of them cared about technique, throwing punches wildly and swiftly.

Chu Songzhu didn't know how long the fight between the men lasted, only that he was covered in bruises, even his face was swollen. Of course, the person above him wasn't in much better shape. His
once handsome face was now covered in bruises.
Above him?
Looking up at the rooftop, everything came back to normal. When did they all get so close to Lu Zhuo's size? And now he was being pinned down by him.
"What are you laughing at? Did you mess up your brain?" Young Master Lu frowned, puzzled as to how this man, beaten beyond recognition, could still be laughing at him.
Chu Songzhu was slightly embarrassed, struggling to escape this dangerous position. "Nothing."
"Don't move."
Lu Zhuo commanded, and Chu Songzhu half-supported himself, frozen in place, blinking.
Lu Zhuo braced himself with one hand beside him, his left hand touching the corner of his mouth.
They kissed.
Chu Songzhu didn't understand why he was being kissed by the same man so many times, but this time he didn't push him away or punch him. Chu Songzhu thought to himself, he must have exhausted all his strength from the fight.
Lu Zhuo continued to use his "deer-style kissing technique" to drain the remaining strength and breath from Chu Songzhu's body. When Chu Songzhu collapsed limply onto the comfortable bed, he suddenly thought that taking this adventure wasn't so bad.
Lu Zhuo didn't care what the person beneath him thought; he simply proceeded with his plan. His nimble fingers easily unbuttoned the few remaining buttons from their earlier struggle, and casually unzipped his pants. Like a vampire, he licked and sucked at the other's neck, the faint scent of sweat and salt unique to men, not feminine softness.
Chu Songzhu felt his body growing hotter and hotter, especially where Lu Zhuo's lips touched his neck, chest, and abdomen. When he felt a chill, he realized he was almost naked, with only a shirt hanging on his arm.
Lu Zhuo was busy caressing Chu Songzhu's private parts while simultaneously searching for his sensitive spots. He brushed against Chu Songzhu's collarbone, licked the protrusion on his chest, and when his nimble tongue slipped into his ear, Chu Songzhu's jolt, like an electric shock, and his heavy, uncontrollable breathing proclaimed his victory.
Chu Songzhu was like a snake caught by its vital spot; no matter how he tried to shake off the person on top of him, it was all in vain. Lu Zhuo mischievously moved in and out of his ear, and all Chu Songzhu could hear was the sticky wetness and his own heavy breathing.
"...Stop..." His faint resistance, barely audible, was incredibly pleasing to Lu Zhuo. He worked even harder on the parts that made Chu Songzhu's body go weak.
Just when Chu Songzhu felt like he was suffocating, his heart pounding in his chest, and he felt so hot he wanted to tear his skin off, Lu Zhuo gave him a break. He vaguely felt the pressure on the bed lessen, someone quickly threw off their clothes, and then heard the bedside table being pulled open, and Lu Zhuo taking something out.
He quickly knew what it was; the liquid clung to Lu Zhuo's slender fingers and slipped into his... well, you know.
Extremely uncomfortable, Chu Songzhu twisted his waist, resisting with his newly recovered strength.
The next moment, his legs were forcefully pried open and wrapped around a strong waist.
Chu Songzhu squinted, seeing everything before him, and his face immediately burned red.
He knew what was about to happen.
His body was covered in sweat, Lu Zhuo's hair was soaked, and a drop of sweat dripped down, spreading across his chest. Lu Zhuo leaned down, pressed his ear close to Chu Songzhuo's sensitive ear, deliberately blew a breath, licked it, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'm coming in."
He must have committed some heinous crime in his past life to suffer such punishment tonight. It felt like being cleaved in two by a giant cleaver, his private parts forced open. He gritted his teeth, determined not to show any fear, but the cold sweat, his pale face, and his clenched fists all betrayed him.
"Relax." Lu Zhuo wasn't having an easy time either; he stopped and lowered his voice.
Chu Songzhu took a deep breath, staring wide-eyed at the person before him.
"If it were you, see if you could relax!
" Lu Zhuo sighed, kissing his cheeks, brows, and eyes in a pleading manner, then returning to his neck and chest, his hands constantly caressing his groin, trying to make him relax.
"...Ah!" Just as Chu Songzhu was beginning to adjust to his gentle caresses, Lu Zhuo suddenly thrust inside.
Once it began, there was no end in sight. This time, Lu Zhuo no longer cared whether Chu Songzhu was uncomfortable, but acted entirely according to his own rhythm, thrusting in and out, fiercely and quickly.
Chu Songzhu felt that place was incredibly encompassing Lu Zhuo's heat, his closed eyes filled with darkness, his body moving wildly uncontrollably with the rhythm.
This must be hell.
The torment one must suffer for violating morality.
Lu Zhuo's breathing became rapid, and Chu Songzhu believed he wasn't much better off, but all of this was hazy and indistinct.
"Ah!" Like an electric shock, a strange tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Chu Songzhu stared wide-eyed at the sweat-drenched figure above him, bewildered.
"Found him," Lu Zhuo said with a smug smile, a gleam that even the bruises on his face couldn't conceal.
Chu Songzhu immediately understood what he meant. Before he could say anything more, Lu Zhuo had already found his target, thrusting into that spot again and again.
Undeniably, Lu Zhuo's technique was excellent. In those waves of pleasure, Chu Songzhu could temporarily forget the excruciating pain and escape his guilt.
When they both roared and released their pent-up emotions, Chu Songzhu threw himself onto the bed like a stray dog, too exhausted to move, only his basic breathing and the rise and fall of his chest remaining.
Lu Zhuo slowly got up and withdrew from him. Chu Songzhu thought it was finally over, but instead, he rolled him over, casually pulling out his sweat-soaked shirt and tossing it to the floor.
Chu Songzhu turned his head in confusion, only to see Lu Zhuo bend his legs and place a down pillow under his stomach.
"Hey...you..." Chu Songzhu had a vague feeling of impending doom, but his limbs were weak, and his voice trembled in protest.
Lu Zhuo watched as his fluids seeped from that alluring part, unconsciously licking his lower lip and swallowing. He leaned over Chu Songzhu, covering him with his own, and seduced him with an irresistible velvety voice, "Let's do it again."
Again, my foot! I'll die if we do it again.
But when he weakly stammered "no," Lu Zhuo had already buried him inside and started moving on his own.
Which bastard just said an adventure wouldn't be bad? Did he get his brain caught in a door?!

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